by Amy Brent
But, I haven’t had this much sex since I lost my virginity. It felt the same way I did when I passed my driving test, and got my first car. I couldn’t imagine life without the car. I wanted to go everywhere until the novelty wore off and I realized that I had drivers who could take me anywhere that I needed to go.
But being able to do it myself was like a new found freedom. Until my dad decides to pay me a lesson. One which entails, being privilege without the money to enjoy the freedom. He wanted me to work for it. Like his father had done to him and his father before him.
“So why is it when I’m working, you’re in here alone?”
I move towards her and I can see sadness in her eyes. It’s as if she’s thinking about something. It can’t be her time here and the question that I’ve always wanted to know is why she here in the first place.
“Because, I sit and wait for you.”
She looks me dead in the eye and says, “You’re not at work every time you leave. Are you?”
She’s got me there. I do go back to my own place, or even another bed in the mansion. Just to get away from her arms. I play with her, tease and fuck her. But something tells me that she thinks that we don’t have an arrangement that there’s something deeper going on. I want to tell her that she’s mistaken, but in two days she’ll be out of here and she will learn the harsh truth. Well, the hard way.
“No.”
I don’t offer any explanation. Once I start talking to her on a deeper level, then she’ll get the wrong idea. She’ll take it mean that there is something between us.
Even if there is something more than sex. Neither of us can allow it to cloud our judgement about what’s going on here. She’s here not, because she wants to be. But, because she’s paying paid. And not a few dollars. A few thousand.
The idea that she doesn’t go out just to wait on me. Doesn’t sit well with me, so I tell her the truth.
“I go back to my place sometimes.”
“And the other times?”
“I’m here, but in another room. I like to sleep alone.”
She sighs, “I see” and then she curls her legs up to her. She’s only wearing black sweats and a shirt, but even that makes her seem sexy. It’s as if she’s flawless and the only thing that could make her so unattractive would be a brown paper bag.
“Why do you look so sad? Are you going to answer that question?”
She turns to face me for the first time since I’ve been here, she’s actually acknowledging my presence.
“I came here, because my brother’s in trouble.”
I want to ask her more, but then she continues to say.
“I need to spend a lot of time with him, sorting out his issue.”
Those words normally meant that the person had something to do with drugs. I’d seen it so many times and looking at the way she was staring at the other side of the room. I had a feeling that she’d been a witness to the constant struggle that her brother faced with addiction.
‘So, when I get out, I’ll be busy. For now, I just want to chill.”
“You haven’t even hooked up to the Internet.”
“I didn’t even know that it’s in this room.”
I laugh thinking that part of her seems so grown up at times and other times, she seems completely naive as if she comes from a different planet and is just learning about Earth for the first time.
“You’re making fun of me,” she pouts another cute thing about her. But for some reason I don’t feel like taking her. I still find her attractive, sexy and everything that makes me cock jerk at the sound of her voice. But, I’ve spent so long getting to know her body. That I realize as we sit down, this is the first time that we’ll talk. I don’t expect us to exchange numbers at the end of it. I do want to respect her.
At first, I didn’t. I hated her for selling herself so cheaply, but once I saw the way that she was nervous and desperate to please me. I knew that there’s more to the story than meets the eye. She didn’t want the money to buy the latest phone. She wanted the money to help her brother.
It’s admirable. She should be respected not signing up to sell her virginity. Something’s wrong somewhere and I don’t know where. I’m about to try and find out.
“What about your parents?”
She smiles, “They died when I was fifteen and my brother’s been looking after me ever since.” I want to ask her if that’s the reason that he’s turned to drugs or gambling. It’s either one of the two and this is why she feels the need to help him.
“It doesn’t mean that you owe him. You owe nobody anything.”
She nods, “I know that. It’s a lot deeper than that. So, what about your family.”
Seeing a we’re on the topic. I wonder if she knows exactly who I am and if she realizes the man that she’s facing right now is Blake Fisher.
As I start to talk, I realize that she suspects, but doesn’t have the answer to the question to really know if it’s true.
“My dad owns many companies such as oil and steel and I own more the commercial typical kind of companies. PR, accounting, and I’ve even written a book about it. My life in Huntersville by…”
“Blake Fisher.”
She’s either a very good actress or up until now she didn’t know who I was. I find it hard to believe that she’s not seen me in Forbes or other types of magazines. And just then the penny drops.
She points and says, “You’re Blake Fisher?”
I salute her and say, “Indeed ma’am I am.”
She shakes her head, “Why didn’t you say anything before?”
I shrug thinking that I thought that she knew and was being polite. The look in her eye tells me that she really didn’t know. I move to sit next to her.
“Does it really matter, because we have another two days and counting.”
She smiles, “That’s what I’m afraid of.” I’m confused by her statement until she says, “The fact that the days are counting down.”
I can see that I’m going to have to convince Lily that I’m not a typical Fisher, the one that has power and money, who treats people who don’t as if we’re superior to them. Lily blurts out, “I was talking to you about money and how this must cost a fortune.”
“It does, but the business has been running in the family for years.”
She’s thinking about it, but I don’t want her to worry her pretty head about the auction.
“Why don’t you get some rest.”
I tell her, rather than ask her and she lifts her head and nods. I know that she must be tired. Every time we have sex her orgasms seem to take the life out of her.
“I’m a little tired,” she whispers as I hold her in my arms. I lay her on the bed like a precious jewel and then I wait, because I know that any moment she’ll fall asleep and then I’ll leave her. Like I do every time she sleeps. I hesitate for a minute thinking that I could stay with her. I could do that, but I won’t. After all I bought her at the auction for a week. Not for her to stay with me forever but just for the week.
Chapter 14: Lily
I feel like such a fool, he’s Blake Fisher, and I never realized until now. How could I forget a beautiful chiseled face like his? He’s been in the press a few times. Mostly to do with his very famous bachelor life. Every girl wants to be with him, and I can’t believe that I’m one of those girls that end up with him.
Don’t be silly, Lily!
It wasn’t as if he’d asked me on a date or anything, and as if he read my mind he says, “Tonight we should go out.”
I think that he thinks it’s weird that I don’t want to venture out, but I'm no stranger to being alone so for me, it's perfectly normal. I lift my head up and see him standing by the window. The place that he goes whenever I’m exhausted and in bed. He thinks that I don’t know that he stands there, but he may be aware of my body and how it reacts, but I’m very conscious of his behavior. His mood swings.
One minute I think that he enjoys being with me and the
next I wonder if he’s somewhere else. In a dark place and he seems me to use me as some refuge, and the crazy part is all I want to do is heal him. Make him know that I’ll be more than his for the next few days if he’ll have me.
“A penny for your thoughts,” I say as I join him by the window. He’s standing with a drink in his hand, wearing a suit. It’s as if he goes into automatic pilot when it comes to wearing them. He arrives in the room wearing them and leaves the same. I always watch him put them on while pretending to sleep.
“I thought that you were sleeping. You look so peaceful when you do that.”
“Funny, you tend to leave whenever I’m sleeping,” I scold myself for sounding like a jealous girlfriend. I need to stop thinking of us that way, but I can't help it. I want more from him, but I know that I'm not allowed to request it, but I want it nevertheless.
He nods, “Do you want to do something different tonight?”
Like what? I thought that we’d explored each other in more ways than I could imagine. What else is left to do?
“Yes, I thought that we could eat together.”
Wow, that’s a first, so far I’ve been eating alone. I don’t mind. Normally, I’m at home with Olivia and eating with her or whenever she's busy I'm alone.
“Whatever you want to do. It’s fine by me.”
He raises an eyebrow and I want to ask what he’s thinking, but instead, he kisses me on the forehead and says, “Great. I’ll get it arranged.”
I wonder what he means; maybe he’s going to tell the staff to prepare the table downstairs or something.
“Sure. I’ll get ready. And come down.”
He nods and walks away. Then he has a thought, part of me is worried that he’s about to change his mind.
“On second thoughts. Take your time. It’s only a little after six. It’s still early, and I’ve got a few things to do. Why don’t I come back in an hour? Or if you like then you can come to the office and then we…”
“No, an hour’s fine.”
“Why don’t you want to go outside? I just don’t get it. The house is beautiful and worth exploring. Nothing beats just going out for a while. Aren’t you curious?”
To see the other girls and especially Lourdes. No, thanks, I’ll rather stay here. Here I feel safe, but someone like him wouldn’t be able to understand it. He’ll think that I’m some freak just wanting to be indoors all the time. Maybe I am?
I just know that in three days time, I’ll have to do more than go outside. I’ll have to go to see the lawyer, Tony. Then go to work and do everything that I don’t feel like doing right now. So, for now, I’m fine. I’m happy to hang out here and be ready whenever he needs me. I know that our time is not forever. I’m being paid to be a kept woman, isn’t that every man’s fantasy?
“No, I’ll have a bath,” I can see the disappointment on his face. “I’m still sore.”
“Why did I hurt you?”
Shoot, this is not going well. I want him to know that I’m fine. That I don’t need anything more.
“This is the most beautiful room that I’ve ever stayed in my life. I’ve never had access to a shower this big unless I’m cleaning it and I’ve never had someone bring all my meals. What more can a girl want?”
I approach him, but as soon as I get there, he’s already headed out of the door. It’s as if I touch him or try to comfort him, then he always backs away. I just want to tell him that I’m fine and he doesn’t need to worry, but I don’t get the chance to do that. I sigh as I think about getting close to him. That nagging feeling comes into my head once again.
Lily, it’s only for one week. He bought you remember.
I know that most girls would laugh at the way I’m behaving right now, they’ll tell me that I’m mad for thinking that things like this can work for someone like me. I’m not just any girl. I’m the one that Blake Fisher bid on and there has to be a reason. I just know that there has to be.
* * *
I head into the shower and make sure that every part of me is clean. I want to make tonight special; he’s asking me out on a date.
A dinner date.
I’m going to make sure that he enjoys himself and be the woman that he wants me to be. No longer a girl, I feel like Cinderella as I open the closet and look at the clothes inside. Dresses that I’ll never be able to afford, long ones, short ones and even some of them feel like silk as I rub my fingers against them. I can’t believe that I have the picking of all of them. I wonder why I never opened this side of the closet? Then again, between recovering from our nights together, most of my time I’ve been in this room and not even thought about trying to figure out what else is in here.
I find a long, silk green dress with a low-cut back and a halter-neck. I take it and then swing around the room. Just like Bella did from Beauty & The Beast. Owning something and putting on a dress like this is more than precious. I hesitate for a second as I lay it on the bed, and then I go back to the bathroom and dry my hair. It’s so wet, and I don’t want anything to ruin the dress.
Blake Fisher is taking me out on a date and I need to look the part. I start rummaging the room to see if there’s anything that can finish off the dress. There’s an assortment of shoes and jewelry that can easily match the dress.
I pick up an emerald necklace with a matching bracelet. I put them on and then the dress. I can see that everything’s falling into place, like a puzzle that I need to solve. I never take the time to dress and I certainly don’t have anything as beautiful as this. I feel like a fairytale Princess in a palace as I look in the mirror and tie my hair up into a loose bun with a few strands hanging out.
He’s going to be more than taken aback by the way I look, especially because I’ve gone out of my way to make sure that I don't have on any lingerie. I giggle like a naughty school girl, like the virgin I was before he made me the woman I am now.
There’s a knock on the door, but I don’t have any shoes.
“One minute,” I shout out as I rush back to the closet and discover that there are perfect pale green heels that’ll go perfectly with the dress. I take a deep breath, but then I’m disappointed as I open the door and see that it’s not Blake standing outside ready to sweep me off my feet.
Veronica can see it written on my face as she smiles, “Mr. Fisher wanted me to accompany you to the terrace.”
“Veronica, I haven’t seen you since I’ve been here.”
She loops her arms around mine and says, “That’s because you’ve been hiding in this room.”
It’s as if she’s a friend, one that I shouldn’t have avoided since I’ve been here.
“I didn’t think that it was right for me to go snooping in someone else’s house.”
She nods, “But this isn’t a normal house, is it?”
She raises and eyebrow, and I end up laughing.
“You look beautiful in that dress. I love what you did with your hair and the accessories are a nice touch.”
I blush at her compliments and find myself speechless.
“What do you do when the cleaners come?”
I hate telling her this, “I stay in the bathroom until they’re gone.”
“And when they’re in the bathroom?”
“I stay in the bedroom until they’re done.”
She puts her hands on her hips and says, “Lily you really are something else. Aren’t you that tiny bit curious?”
* * *
I shrug thinking that if I was going to live here, then I would be, but none of this is real. In a few days, it’ll all be over and we’ll go back to our lives. I just hope that doesn’t mean that our time together will end. I can’t tell her that or she’ll laugh. Now, she’s not wearing a sexy dress like when I first met her. She's in a red pants suit. She looks older, but her friendly face tells me that I can talk to her. The same way I would do with Olivia, and right now I can do with a friend. Seeing as the conversations with Blake have been limited to him telling me what to do, and I end up
doing it hoping that he’ll want me to be his submissive for life.
I open and shut my mouth like a goldfish. I’m about to tell her until she says, “Well we can’t keep Mr. Fisher waiting. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
Then, it hits home that she probably knows him a lot more than I do. I smile awkwardly as I turn and shut the door. I sigh as I think that I'm silly. This is supposed to be a date so that I get a taste of life outside of the room.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
“Let’s go then. I can’t keep him waiting.”
Blake Fisher is a man that gets everything that he wants and I'm naive to think that he wants me. He does for the time that he’s paid for and I need to get my head out of the clouds and just go along for the ride so that I can help Gary. I don't want my brother to spend his life either rotting in a jail cell or even worse dying in an electric chair for a crime that he never committed.
As we walk through the hallway, she’s telling me the history of the house as if I was on a tour of a museum. If that was the case, then I would be listening attentively and even take notes. But, I’m so lost in my thoughts and walking in heels for the first time in my life that feel as if they’re made for my feet.
“I’ve never worn a pair of heels that fit so perfectly,” I confess as I stride with her and we’re moving at a fast pace. I feel in my element in this long flowing dress. My breasts bounce as I walk and I know the second I see Blake, I’ll wish that I wore panties.
Then again, there’s no point. Whenever I’ve attempted to put the fresh ones that are in the room, Blake always manages to rip them off. I think that he gets turned on by doing that, the only problem is that they end up stinging in between my legs.
“That’s because when you went to the interview and filled in the paperwork, you left all your measurements. The dresses, jewelry, shoes and everything else are all custom-made.”
“What would have happened if I hadn’t been bought?”
She changes the subject as we reach a set of stairs, “Mind your step, and you worry about things too much. Has anyone ever told you?”